Immaterial

Her legs were growing weaker as she ran to a old building far in the distance, rocks were spikign into her feet tearing nasty gashes and holes into them each step she took. The air in her lungs grew thinner as she urged for the taste of cold water to run down her throat again. She clutched her ribs as she could feel the warm liquid ooze out between her fragile fingertips, she's not sure how it happened but it was dangerous enough to leave a scar.

As she arrived to the building puffed and could vividly see what the shape of the building was, she fell to her knees so hard she could feel the pain shoot through her thighs to her spine. The pain was a relief from her ribs only for a split moment. She leaned against the stony cold wall of the building and looked up, sighing a breathe of relief.

She had finally arrived at a place, but was it safe?